NOTE: it's finally time for the ship you've all been waiting for! sorry it took long but if it were to actually happen between these two in uncharted then it wouldn't happen right off the bat because you know they both ~pretend~ to be ladies men and plus theres a lot of unresolved tension in the beginning and such aaaand also it would've been a lot longer but if i told you why it happened earlier then i would be revealing spoilers but enough of my blabbering

Warnings: ~~~smut~~~ kinks: slight bondage, teasing, blowjob, all that good stuff

bless you all for the favorites and reviews ;w; it keeps me going with this story that at least a couple of people like it


It wasn't long until they made it back to Nathan's home and, as soon as they walked in, Flynn was kicking off his shoes and flopping onto the living room couch.

"This is more like it," the Brit sighed contently. "A couch that's comfier than most hotel beds."

Nate watched the unmoving man for a moment, contemplating what he should say- if he should say anything at all. He hasn't dealt with something like this before.

"Do you need anything?" he spoke up.

Flynn lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Uh, no. Thanks."

"You sure? I'm standing, so-"

"Oh, come on, mate," the taller man drawled, hoisting himself to sit up on the couch and stretch. "Don't tell me you're going to be treating me like fine china or some shit."

Nate blinked. "No, uh..." he trailed off as the other scanned his face. "Just- I want to make up for everything."

"Everything?"

Hesitantly, he nodded in response and walked over to rest on one of the recliners. The brunet sighed through his nose, scratching the scruff on his face as he thought of the words to say.

"Y'know," he mumbled. "Chloe. Everything I said. Just... Everything that happened and what I did."

As Drake looked down at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck, the other watched him in thought, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I mean, I don't know," the treasure hunter blurted. "There were these random chicks at bars and parties, then there was Elena, shit happened and I thought I loved Chloe, but then that other shit happened-"

"Nate."

"- and I was back with Elena again then I wasn't then I was and now I'm not with her anymore for good because we got divorced-"

"Divorced?"

"- so I had thought I loved her like that but apparently I only love her like a sister and I don't know if I'm just not cut out for this or-"

Suddenly, his jaw was grabbed and his head was pulled forward into a kiss. Oh. Two and a half seconds passed before their lips departed. Uh.

"Take a breather, sweetheart," Flynn said. "You're getting ahead of yourself."

Um. How was Nate supposed to react? Freak out? Kiss again? A thousand thoughts whirled through his head at that moment, and he watched the Brit's lips move, but he didn't register what he said.

They had tried this before. More like, 'experimented,' but it was still something. They had gotten drunk and woke up in bed together with their socks still on. Only their socks. A few months after that, they got stuck in the middle of a game of Truth or Dare, and were dared to kiss. They ended up leaving the room and making out until they were both satisfied.

"Drake?"


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Too eagerly, the treasure hunter leapt forward and gripped his companion by the sides of his head and smashed their lips together into another silencing kiss, which escalated into falling onto the floor in a mess of biting and heavy breathing.

Somehow, Harry had managed to regain dominance, sitting on top of him and straddling his hips as they kissed and nipped at each other. Hot damn...

Wait, how did this end up happening again?

In panic, Nate shoved at the other's chest to keep him from leaning down, letting himself catch his breath. "W- wait," he breathed. "We j- just- we can't-"

"We can and we will," Flynn growled before gripping the hand on his chest and pushing it aside. He continued nipping at his skin.

"B- but- nngh, w- wait, Fl- Flynn, stop, stop!" the man yelled, shoving him off yet again. "Hold on, y- you just came back y- yesterday, a- and-"

"And," Flynn interrupted, "you just made me horny as hell because I haven't had this in years."

"Yes you have-"

"Not with you," he purred. Oh.

"No," Nate snapped. "I thought we agreed we wouldn't be experimenting again."

"This isn't experimenting," the blond murmured slowly, crawling back onto his companion to straddle his hips again. "This is the real deal, mate. I'm not with anybody, and you're a damn hopeless romantic."

Drake growled in reply.

With a mischievous grin, Harry leaned down and nibbled on his left ear. "Bygones be bygones, hm?"

Then, they were at it again. In record time, both their clothes were off and discarded onto the floor in a messy pile (except for Flynn's belt and pants). Their hair was stringy and ruffled and loose, along with their skin forming teeth marks and hickies under a thin coat of sweat. It was ridiculous, really. First, they were just ready to sleep, and now... uh, this. Not that either of them would complain.

Suddenly, Nate was lifted to his feet and dragged to the bed and holy shit this was actually happening, he was going to be fucked by a man he hadn't seen in at least two years. He dropped to the bed on his stomach with a grunt and growled quietly. His wrists were bound together by the other man's belt and a hand slid under his waist- oh. Embarrassingly, his heavy breaths and growls turned into whimpers as his cock was gripped and stroked. Fuck- Harry must get off way too much because this handjob was amazing.

Hot breath brushed against the sensitive skin on his ear. Harry said one word in such a way that shivers ran up his spine. "Beg." In interrogations and torture, the word meant little to nothing, but this...

"No," Nate growled. The other's grip on his length grew tighter.

"Beg," he was commanded again.

"No." In reality, they both knew Nate would crack- or rather explode- and give in anyways, but they both enjoyed the dignity game.

Suddenly, his world was turned and he was flipped onto his back with his bound hands digging into his spine. "Wh- what are you-" Oh. As Flynn's tongue began to work him, Nate's hips moved on their own, ever so gently rising up into the air and back down again. Oh Lord help him, Flynn was deep-throating him. He would've came in a matter of seconds, but instead, he was reduced to a low whine when the man pulled away. "Flynn-"

"This is how things are going to work, sweetheart," the other purred with an innocent smile. His lips were wet and shiny with saliva. "I can give you a quickie and then call it quits." Nate whimpered. "Or," Flynn drawled, "I can fuck you real nice." Oh God. "Remember last time?" Oh God. He began to crawl forward, closer and closer to the treasure hunter's ear. "Remember how good it felt? The only thing you could say was my name and a few curse words." Lord give him strength.

"Fuck, Flynn, I- I c- can't..."

"Beg."

"B- but- I- I just-"

"Beg."

Nate groaned in frustration and embarrassment. "Damn it, get on with it already."

"You can do better than that," the Brit said teasingly. "I know because I've witnessed it before."

"Flynn. Please..."

"Mm. Yes, darling?" Drake shut his eyes and grit his teeth. As if to encourage him to keep going, Flynn started to run a hand down his torso, lower and lower to the inside of this thigh, then back up. The son of a bitch.

"Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please..." Shit, he couldn't say it out loud. He couldn't do dirty talk like Harry can. As if reading his mind, the other smiled and stroked his throbbing heat.

"Do you want this?" he murmured teasingly. It almost physically hurt Nate to shake his head because it felt so good. His hand went lower, closer and closer... There. Right there. "What about this, hm?"

"Yes," Nathan groaned desperately. Figures an old friend of his could get a lot more out of him than a trained torturist. He opened his eyes when he heard shuffling and the nightstand drawer opening.

"I knew you would still be a bit kinky," Harry purred as he found a bottle of lube-

A loud, angry buzzing noise came from inside the nightstand, and Nate wanted to cry. Who in the hell was calling his spare phone? What was so fucking important past fucking midnight-

"I got it," Flynn grumbled, climbing over the other and slipping the drawer open, grabbing the buzzing phone and putting it to his ear. "Y' ello?"

"H- uh, who's this...?"

"Harry. Harry Flynn."

"Who is it?" Nate whispered, but he only got a snappy 'shh' in reply.

"Ooh, so you're the sodding bloke I've been hearing about! I think we're meeting up tomorrow- er, later today. Anyways, where's Nate?"

"Uh, hold on. I've got him... tied up here."

"Literally?"

"Maybe."

"Not sure if you're being kinky or not."

"I'm always kinky," Flynn scoffed.

"Great to hear. Watching Nate get flustered is the best thing."

"Don't I know it-"

"Untie me and give me the goddamn phone!" Drake snapped. Soon, the belt slipped off his wrists and he had the phone to his ear, glaring at his friend the entire time. "What's the deal, Charlie," he grumbled.

"Sorry to interrupt your sex life-"

"Shut up."

"- but, I need to know when we're meeting tomorrow- later today."

"Last minute, much?" Nate quipped.

"Blame Chloe."

"She's at your place right now?"

"Mate, you know we always have movie nights on Friday. Sully said, 'Fuck the chick flicks, I need some sleep,' and, uh, Chloe said she didn't want Elena over."

"Why?" Nate asked, eyebrows furrowed. "The two are practically in love."

"That's the thing. She's like a lost puppy in love with-" Shifts and movements could be heard from the other end. "Give me the phone you jackass." Ah, Chloe.

"Lost puppy in love...?"

"Says the one that was in bondage with a certain british man two minutes ago."

"Okay, okay," Nathan drawled, "I get it. Just- why do you need to know when we're meeting up? You could've at least asked when we were over at Sully's."

"Last minute thing. We were poking around online and I noticed someone's looking for talent."

"Talent as in stealing something without getting caught," he deadpanned.

"Exactly."

"Chloe, now's not the ti-"

"Great, I'll book us a meeting at six or something. Toodles."

"Chloe-" Damn it, she ended the call. With a sigh, he ran a hand down his face. Wait. Where was Flynn? "Flynn?" asked.

"Yup, right here," the brit said as he walked in, currently zipping up his pants. He had already been wearing them, so why...

"Did you get off while I was talking."

"Mmhmm," Harry hummed with a pleased smile on his face. "Looks like you're on your own with, ah," he gestured to Nate's half-hard erection.

"Fuck you."

"I love you too," Flynn purred, patting his cheek before slipping under the covers. "I already put our clothes in the washer," he mumbled. "It's a good thing, too; you probably haven't washed those clothes in weeks."

Instead, of a snappy remark, Nate yawned in the middle of his glare, which he then decided to give up and call it a night. A very long, very strange night.


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okay so, i didn't realize this problem until now: would you guys prefer charlie/chloe or elena/chloe ? im indecisive because neither of them are really an 'otp' but i do think they're both really cute, so you guys get to decide for me- they're not going to be a big part of the story anyways, just a minor thing that's mentioned a bit

i hope you like the story so far~